Life Is Not How It Seems

You're my inspiration, my hope, and my dreams

You’re the one who showed me the way,

The way of hard work and how life it is not how it seems.

I know it was hard, when you found me inside the ashtray,

Cast aside and covered in filth, at one moment, at one glance,

You picked me up and said, “Now you're in my hands, little one.”

She lived poorly, barely had enough for herself, but she took the chance.

The chance to keep me, the chance to let me live a life with no problems, none.

She was always happy, ready to sacrifice her everything to allow me to achieve

All of my hopes and my dreams, allow me to be healthy, smart, and free.

I had good food, I had good clothes, all she did was give, but to never receive.

She gave me everything I ever wanted, she taught me about everything I could see,

But she also taught how to be good mannered and how life is not how it seems,

She was right, like the sun and the moon the mask she wore was on in day, and disappeared at night.

She lied about having money, she was working three jobs, begging on the streets to extremes.

She lied about not needing to eat, she was starving herself, collecting from dumpsters, which isn’t right.

She lied about not being tired, she was exhausting herself, giving it her all, without breaks

She lied about being happy, she was sad and stressed, and hid it all from me.

She never acted like she loved me, it was just there, with all the takes

Taken and all the lies said she was always there with me creating memories.

She is my inspiration, my hope, and my dreams

The one who showed me the way

The way of how life is not how it always seems

I know what you have been through, I know what it put you through, like rotting decay.

You are loving, smart, amazing, wonderful, caring, selfless

Selfless, selfless, selfless, willing to give up everything for anyone.

Anyone the bad or the good, the rich or the poor, selfless, she is selfless.

She shaped me into the person I am, the person who will help the undone.

I wish I had the chance to thank her before she left this reality.

I wish I had to chance to say sorry for all I’ve done,

But everyday when the sun rises and then sets, I sit by her under the willow tree.

Imagining she were still with me, holding my hand, masking herself for her little one.

“Please come back, Please,” I shouted and shouted with tears running down my face

Seeping into where she rests in peace, but I want her back, I want her back like a ton.

Her legacy, her memories, her selflessness will live on, but I have to embrace

That she is gone, and life will never be the same, but she taught me life is not always how it seems.